Just sitting there, among the corpses. He stares into those black, yet opened, fully-shut-down eyes. Not a single word will ever, from that moment on, come out of his mouth. Not one—not by mistake, not by chance.
And so he sits there staring at one pair of eyes only. Could be any other pair (some flashing still), but he stares straight into the mirror.
Those eyes, those once-refulgent eyes.
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario